Word Challenge, Early Life Challenges
Word challenge, early life challenges
I now look back at the insanity of going to an all girls school
where in reality the christian sister's teachings reflected a
harsh brutality of a group of women, dressed in black, carrying
votive candles of tempers filled with volcanity and fatality. I
mourn those past days, where my mentality took profanity
from their voices and urbanity masking their calling, as they flogged
me for my sins with belts and paddles striking my soul to the core,
my vitality. I may have morality sinned. Yes.Yes, I do concede
my inanity at scourging the sister's landscape, filled with their
mundanity of tenets. Yet the scars in their faces of humanity,
scars of pain left on me, where just a sad formality in their eyes
and teachings.
connie pachecho
1/22/17
Copyright © Connie Pachecho | Year Posted 2017
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